Bird of the swaying bough
(Like the voice of a lover's vow),
You shall hold for me ever, as now,
The thrill of your morning song.

Bubble of April light
(Like the glance of a lover's sight),
You shall into my winter night
The soul of the noon prolong.

Cloud of the wind-swept land
(Like the touch of a lover's hand),
In the memory you shall stand
Though you flee from the flaming sky.

Rose of the scattered bower
(Like Love's most fragrant hour),
When shall you lose your power?
When I no more am I.